The mood relaxed, Luo Pujia's words became vivid and free, and the aroma that she had just ignored lingered on the tip of her nose. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Smelling the faint fragrance of roses on Murong Wei's clothes, Luo Pujia asked with some uncertainty: "The princess seems to smoke a hundred incense, it smells slightly different from the ancient recipe, could it be that she has her own incense recipe?"

The incense recipe that is only a few centimeters off is worth scrutinizing in the eyes of the master. Murong Wei was originally an ancient recipe, but she lost because her craftsmanship was not refined and she couldn't make a real Baili incense, so she added some rose essential oil to take its peaceful fragrance.

What Luo Pujia said implicitly is actually a reminder that this incense recipe is not pure. Murong Wei's eyes lit up, and she asked with great interest, "Listening to you, you are actually a master of incense making?"

"My mother once left a few incense recipes, and I used to make them a few times at home, how dare I be a master", thinking of her deceased mother, Luo Pujia's eyes were like mist. She smiled shyly and continued: "The family is poor, and the spices are difficult to match, so I have never made this incense, and I have only read it in ancient books. ”

Smelling the fragrance and distinguishing the qi, spices and medicinal materials are the same principle. Luo Pujia has been immersed in this technique for ten years with her deceased mother, and she can distinguish the difference between this recipe and the ancient recipe from the faint aroma, and she is also a well-deserved expert.

Glad that she had picked up the treasure, Murong Wei was so excited that her eyebrows were bright: "I have some incense ash, which has been stored for a while, but I can't tell what else is mixed in it, I wonder if you can tell which spices are made of?"

The accumulated incense ash was stored for a while, and Luo Pujia chewed the meaning of Murong Wei's words, and did not dare to speak easily. She pondered and said, "Pu Jia tried hard, and I don't know if I can tell the difference." ”

The words are subtle, and he already has eight or nine points of ability in his own modesty, and if he cooperates with Wen Wan, the secret of the incense ash in the Shoukang Palace will be revealed.

It's not that he has a problem with Mama Bai, but it is really the fragrance in Shoukang Palace, which makes people feel a little sluggish for no reason. Murong Wei was looking forward to the day when the truth would come out, but she was also a little afraid of the consequences of revealing the truth.

Mama Bai has been by the side of the imperial grandmother for decades, and she is the right-hand man of the imperial grandmother. If even she can't believe it, how much can Mama Bai stir up in Shoukang Palace in the seven years that the imperial grandmother is in a mess?

Murong Wei didn't dare to think deeply, she just hoped that those incense ashes were just making a fuss about herself, and she still added her heartfelt thanks to Luo Pujia.

Coming out of Luo Pujia, the night was already deep, and the lanterns near and far were lit, reflecting the stars in the sky, and the vastness of the sky and water was more and more vast.

Thinking that the mountains and rivers are restored, they often inadvertently become bright. What secrets are hidden in the small cluster of incense ashes that were concealed by Mama Bai, the truth will be revealed when she returns to Beijing.

The truth is getting closer and closer, and the mood is uneasy. Thinking of the aroma of the years accumulated in Shoukang Palace, the quiet and kind face of Mama Bai, and the care she has always taken care of the imperial grandmother, Murong Wei still has a heavy stone in her heart that she can't push away.

The good news is mixed with the bad, and I can't sleep for a while. Murong Wei watched the lights on her aunt's boat dim, and knew that her aunt had rested, so she wanted to find Wen Wan to speak.

Sympathetic to the gentle mood, Murong Wei understood that she must be anxious to learn about the well-being of her grandfather's family. With the letter sent back by Xiao Luochen in her sleeve today, Murong Wei asked the tassel to go to her aunt's boat.

"Let's see if my aunt has ever slept?" If she sleeps, she will ask Sister Wan if she is free, so she said that the moon is close to Huqing, borrow her piano sound, and ask her to come and sit with the piano," Murong Wei picked the pair of jasper tung leaf earrings and ordered the tassels.

After returning to Beijing, the situation has changed, and everyone is not in the same mood as before. Since she couldn't sleep, Murong Wei occasionally had a little indulgence, wanting to play a scene under the moon with the soft and lingering water of Taihu Lake.

Tassel was the most impatient with Murong Wei's casual behavior in the middle of the night, but he was powerless to stop it, so he had to bend a pair of big watery eyes and promise himself. She casually took a silk yarn six-sided palace lamp painted with Liuhe Changchun from the shelf, lit the wick, and took the order.

The summer breeze is cool, blowing the goose yellow cross-collared silk palace skirt on the tassel, and the back is more and more elegant and graceful.

No longer tied a green ribbon around his waist, but changed to a wide belt embroidered with a thousand petals of golden chrysanthemum in dark ochre, the tassel was like a dancing shadow, and the figure of Na was like a thorn, which made Murong Wei's eyes hurt.

A pair of clever and skillful hands, but not used in the right place every time, but willing to speculate. The garments of the palace people are all made by the Shanggong Bureau according to the old practice, and they are also high-quality Hangzhou silk and silk satin.

The tassel was disgusted with the material, and relying on his past connivance, he added clothes privately every season, and asked the Shanggong Bureau to sew some new clothes. He made a slight change to tighten his waist.

Those brightly colored, expensive and delicate Shu brocade, silk, as well as Hangzhou silk and Zhangrong, Murong Wei couldn't remember when she gave it to her. Now I always find that ordinary ladies don't wear clothes, tassels don't care, and they dress with peace of mind.

regarded himself as half of the master of the Bright Wei Palace, and he still thought of some crooked ideas to ascend to the sky in one step. Sure enough, the heart is higher than the sky, and it has been used to stinky for many years.

Murong Wei waited with the scroll in her hand here, and the tassel swallowed her anger and walked this night road, and even Wen Wan buried a few words in her heart. Secretly muttered that the red face is really a disaster, and Wen Wan relied on the temperament of a person who is as light as a chrysanthemum and an empty valley orchid, and charmed Mrs. An Guo Not to mention, even the eldest princess was firmly grasped by her.

Thinking about it like this, Tassel felt that Wen Wan was accepted as a righteous daughter by Mrs. Anguo, even if she was favored, she was cut off from what she might have with Su Duhan, but when it came to her own heart.

The tassel was up and down in his heart, and he thought about it for a while. In the inner room, Su Duhan saw that his mother was asleep, and just after withdrawing from the room and about to go back to his boat to rest, he saw a tassel in yellow clothes coming.

Afraid that the tassel would alarm her mother, Su Duhan hurriedly pressed her hand to her lips and made a gesture of boosing.

Suddenly, the earlobes that were kissed by Su Duhan that day suddenly became hot, and a bright red glow flew up on the tassel's face. She lowered her head shyly, glad that the gauze lamp was hazy, and she couldn't see it really.

The tassel lightly lifted Luo's skirt, and according to Su Duhan's meaning, he walked away a few steps away, and stood in the shadow behind the nine rich peony interstitials, and then asked softly: "The princess asked the slave maid to come over and take a look, has the lady ever slept?" If she slept, she asked Wen Shangyi to go over and talk to the qin. ”

"Mother has just rested, and the night is already late, is it Sister Ah Wei Xunwan, what else is going on?" Su Duhan's voice became more magnetic due to the low pressure, and it was like a heavenly sound in Tassel's ear.

Even though the two were still in a cold war, speaking of Murong Wei, Su Duhan's voice was also extremely gentle.